Okay, friends. Let's have a chat. The direct sales spam needs to stop. Today I logged into Facebook to find I had been added to yet another group and "invited" to Like a page for a company I had never shopped by a person I didn't know. For me, these actions are a quick route to the "unfriend" . . .
Someone once quoted to me that boys are noise with dirt on it. I don't usually like to generalize gender like that, but in my house this happens to be very true. I have three sons: Max (6), Theo (4), and Ben (almost 2). As I'm sitting here writing, Max and Theo are alternating between coloring . . .
Depression is being colorblind and constantly being told how colorful the world is (Atticus). People think depression is sadness. They think it is crying all the time. They think it is visible. It's not always. The reality of depression is that it's insidious and hides and whispers horrible things . . .
We live in an age of excess and convenience--I can order groceries from my phone and have them delivered to my doorstep in under an hour (but Instacart? Please for the love of all that's holy, add wine). New shoes are a click and two business days away from my mailbox. I can Amazon Prime just about . . .
So I am kind of obsessed with this little movie called "The Greatest Showman" that came out on DVD recently (well, streaming because who even owns a DVD player anymore). Maybe you've heard of it? I love the story but what really gets me is the music. What a soundtrack! It's from the genius . . .
I was reading the other night (and can I just say, I LOVE that I have time again to read--thank you, A&D!) and one of the phrases in the book really stuck in my head. The book was one of Karen Marie Moning's Fever Series, which is an excellent read if you're into fantasy fiction, and in it one . . .